ROYS. (enthusiastically). Bosom friends! And you’ll really do all you can to serve me?
BART. Of course I will! (Aside.) And myself at the same time!
ROYS. A thousand thanks, my dear— By-the-bye, what shall I call you?
BART. Harry. And you?
ROYS. Basil (grasping BARTON’S hand). Sophia might scratch your eyes out, but Jonathan will bless you.
BART. Hush! (seeing MRS. TEMPLETON, who enters at L. H.).
MRS. T. (to ROYSTON). Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Royston.
ROYS. I am here, madam, as my brother’s representative.
MRS. T. I am aware of it. Mr. Barton, allow me to introduce to you—
BART. No necessity for it, madam. Basil is an old friend of mine.